I’ve Always Thought Of Myself As Shy.

As Soon As You Start Doing That - Changing Things - It Seems Self-evident To Me That You've Entered The World Of Make-believe. If You Pretend That It's True, And Use Your Own Name, You Are Misleading People. Fiction Is Looser And Wilder And Sometimes In The End More Self-revealing, Anyway.

There Is No Good Word For Stomach; Just As There Is No Good Word For Girlfriend. Stomach Is To Girlfriend As Belly Is To Lover, And As Abdomen Is To Consort, And As Middle Is To Petite Amie.

Printed Books Usually Outlive Bookstores And The Publishers Who Brought Them Out. They Sit Around, Demanding Nothing, For Decades. That's One Of Their Nicest Qualities - Their Brute Persistence.

I Would Like To Visit The Factory That Makes Train Horns, And Ask Them How They Are Able To Arrive At That Chord Of Eternal Mournfulness. Is It Deliberately Sad? Are The Horns Saying, Be Careful, Stay Away From This Train Or It Will Run You Over And Then People Will Grieve, And Their Grief Will Be As The Inconsolable Wail Of This Horn Through The Night? The Out-of-tuneness Of The Triad Is Part Of Its Beauty.

Some After-the-fact Storytelling Is Inevitable, And, In Fact, Very Good And Useful. But Then We Want Always To Be Able To Enrich The Stories, Or Maybe Change The Stories With A Fresh Infusion Of Specificity.